A Haruka/Michiru fanfic by Tenoh Haruka.

****Disclaimer: These characters belong to their respective owners (Takeuchi Naoko, Bandai, etc.), though the story is my own. I suppose it would be rated PG-13 for lesbian undertones. If you are uncomfortable with that, please do not continue reading because you will not appreciate the beauty of Haruka and Michiru’s relationship. Please see end notes before making assumptions and/or flaming me. Enjoy, minna-san! Remember, it’s my first fic (and how old am I?…).

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"Ne, Haruka? How much do you love me?" I pull the blond girl into my arms as I question her. She offers an exhausted smile and looks up at me. "I must have told you a hundred times tonight!" is her playful response. I put on my best five year-old voice and bury my face in her neck. "Oh please tell me again, for I have already forgotten!" She laughs at this. I love to hear her laugh.

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A breeze from the open window blows golden hair into her stormy blue eyes. I move to brush it away, but she catches my hand before I can do so. Slowly, she brings my hand down and lays upon it a gentle kiss. She then laces her fingers in my own and holds our hands to her breast.

"My Michiru," she begins, her voice low and surprisingly tender, "for as long as the earth has existed, the sky and sea have always been as one. They move and act together, seeming to be separate elements but nevertheless they are always one. And little known to any but themselves is the truth: the expanse of the sky is never-ending, making the depths of the sea equally infinite. Even as the sky stretches, reaching ever towards infinity, that measure is but a fraction of her love for the sea, a single grain of sand tossed by the wind on an eternal expanse of beach. Because the sky and sea were created together, have always been together, and always will be together- for time everlasting, forever, for eternity…"

I hear the last of her familiar words die on her lips as her breathing assumes the rhythmic pattern of sleep. My fingers remain entwined in hers, clutched tightly against her heart.

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I do not sleep. Instead I watch her as she slumbers, studying the peaceful look on her face. She does not look at all like the strong, iron-willed young woman that everyone else understands her to be. No. If it were not for her height, I would think she looks more like a ten year-old girl, perfectly innocent in her youth. This is the only time she completely lets her guard down. I willingly give up nights of sleep, simply to watch her.

For several moments I let my gaze slip from the sleeping girl in my arms to the open window. Even in the darkness I can see waves rolling onto the beach, breaking and returning, a never-ending motion. Eternal. That is what she said. The breeze that floats into the room brings with it the salty scent of the ocean. I close my eyes and breathe in deeply. That small touch of the ocean is enough to refresh my senses. I return my gaze to my partner, letting my eyes wander over her androgynous figure. Long, muscular legs, slightly curved hips, a tiny waist compared to her build. A full teenage chest. ‘Always trying to hide it, ne?’ A smile plays over my lips as I think of this. Strong, broad shoulders. Long, elegant arms which have frequently found themselves wrapped around my own waist. And her hands, Oh God, her hands. Perfect slender fingers, palms free of callous, such simple grace and beauty that takes my breath away. Pianist hands. One of which lies in my own smaller hand. All of these are surprisingly slim, feminine features for such a tomboy as herself.

Having finished mapping her body, I again look upon her lovely face. The tranquility that lies there startles me, and then I realize it terrifies me.

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<You look so peaceful is something wrong you never seem this peaceful how can you be so peaceful without me I don’t want you to be without me not even in sleep even if you are here in my arms your not really here with me not the you that I want with me Oh God Oh God I’m so scared now how can you leave me even if you’re with me…>

I stare intently at the expression on her face. Such a look of serenity I have never seen before on her face, whose features are usually tight and cold or gentle and warm. But not now. Its as if she’s not even here…

<You’ve left me for your own world why did you do that when it is you and only you that I need can’t you see I am nothing without you merely a grain of sand on a lonely empty beach why don’t you come to me my prince when instead it is you who lies here in my arms I don’t want to be scared I’ve never been this scared before I just feel like your leaving me don’t leave me you can’t leave me I need you too much you’re part of me>

I feel my face flush with the words that whisper inside of me. <Why do I feel so selfish> Then I nearly cry out as an unwelcome chill takes over my body and I can feel myself trembling so uncontrollably.

Through my trembling I see her shift in her sleep, her eyelids fluttering softly, and then she is still again. In her movements her hand slipped from mine and this simple accident brought another bout of trembles.

With that final question I can hold it no longer. My trembling turns to violent dry sobs, ones that I cannot control. I try to bury them in my pillow but that just makes my already difficult breathing nearly impossible.

The girl in my arms stirs once more. This time her eyes open slightly, then widely as she sees I am shaking. "Michiru?" She sits up and I fling myself into her arms. She holds me tightly and strokes my neck as I cry salty tears to her heart.

She continues stroking me and I eventually calm down. For several minutes we hold each other, not wanting to leave the warmth of the embrace. She tenderly brushes the last of my tears away and kisses me softly upon the lips. We resettle ourselves. Now I lay in her strong arms, my head against her chest.

"Ne Haruka? How much do you love me?" I hear a tired laugh escape her lips, but without protest she brings her head down, and I fall asleep to her soft voice whispering words of love…

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Sigh. God Dios that felt good to get out of my system. I plan on writing many more fanfics about Haruka and Michiru’s relationship from Michiru’s point of view. It better captures the true essence of Haruka, since who knows Haruka better than anyone including Haruka herself but Michiru? I also plan on writing fics about Haruka’s relationship with the rest of her family (Hotaru, Setsuna, all four of them) through all of their eyes.

Hey, don’t I make Haruka sound yummy? But nevertheless, don’t presume that they’re both completely naked and have just finished having wild passionate sex because that is definitely NOT what I was thinking. Hentai fics make me vomit. Anyways, sure they may very well be scantily clad and then again they may not because Michiru knows Haruka SO well that she knows how beautiful Haruka is even with her cute little blue button down pajamas on because she knows Haruka’s very soul, she might as well know her body, ne?

Well, I hope you enjoyed it. I KNOW its short. I can’t write 283 page long fics like some people can *coughIMMORAcough* but I think, I guess, its short and sweet. I also know that it is kind of a pointless/plotless piece, I am particularly proud of this piece, it being my first, so flames are NOT APPRECIATED. C&C’s can be sent to [email protected]. Those will be appreciated greatly.